#oomfie

[mayaisanimating]

So I remade that one gif

[salicarus]

it's zira!!!!!!!!!!!! a @kianamaiart oc!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she is so cool i hope she becomes da bestest of friends with aika!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i am so excited for da pilot aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

bluesky

[artdcnaldson]

stanford!art sitting in between your legs in nothing but his backwards hat after practice. he's so worked up and stressed, angry because he did an awful job but he forgets everything when you spit into your hand and stroke his cock, squeezing around the tip, pinching his sensitive pink nipples as he moans that he's gonna cum...

GODDDDDD hi oomfie ily <3333

But yeah <3

Art pissed off after a shitty practice, just needs to be taken care of :(( poor little pretty boy, mad because he kept double faulting, his reaction time was slow, he had to scramble around the court chasing after the ball like an idiot.

So you have to be the one to take care of him, even when he’s huffy and mouthy, insisting he’s fine, that he doesn’t need to be coddled. But he does!! You strip off his clothes, pin him down with your thighs locking over his.

“Just relax for me,” you murmur in his ear, teeth grazing over the shell of it. He lets out a sound like a whine and bucks his hips, already needy but not desperate enough to beg.

That’s okay, he doesn’t have to. You spit into your hand and move your palm in front of his mouth, so he can do the same. Your palm is hot and slick when you wrap around his cock— hard and pulsing in your grasp.

Groans are ripped from his throat as you begin pumping your hand along the length of him, squeezing him just how he likes, so he whines and bucks into your fist. Moans pathetically when you twist your wrist just how he needs, his head falls against your shoulder as he pants.

“That’s it, baby.” Your words are hot, breathed against his throat. “Feels good, huh?”

“Uh-huh—“ he moans. Your free hand travels between his thighs, cups his balls and he fucking keens. “F-fuck, yeah— that’s— god, baby— ngh!“

You mouth at his throat, sucking and licking at skin salty with sweat. He’s fucking pulsing in your grip, fighting against the way your legs lock around his thighs to fuck into your fist.

His back arches as you rub your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, digging into the slit slightly until he’s gasping out pathetic cries. All it takes is for you to move your hand up to pinch and toy with his nipples, and he’s fucking done for.

“Ah! F-fuck, cumming— cumming—“

He spills onto his abs and chest— painting them in thick white ropes until he’s shaking from overstimulation and writhing away from your touch.

He pants, exhausted, and slumps against your chest, eyes half-lidded and body spent. He’s pretty sure there’s no better way to distract from a shitty fucking practice.

[my-pfp-is-my-current-intrest]

Pookie and Oomf/Oomfie flags

Flags for people who call their partner or want to be called Pookie or Oomf/Oomfie in place of or along with boyfriend, girlfriend, or partner

[emiphemeral]

dilf! art who takes off your panties and shoved them in your mouth before eating you out 👉🏻👈🏻

trophy girlfriend drabble

"fuck, baby", art growls against your neck, hungrily mouthing onto your skin.

"watching my game looking like that- you're a fucking tease."

he picks you up with ease, tossing you onto the soft sheets. your pussy drips at the sight of him, hair messy, lipstick smeared across his lips.

"so fucking pretty." art mutters, kneeling down to push up your skirt. he practically moans at the sight, lacey white panties turned clear from your arousal. he nuzzles the wet patch with his nose, before mouthing at your covered clit.

"art- please.." you whimper, desperate to feel him on you, without a barrier.

"you taste so fucking good." he grunts, gently sliding off your panties, a string of your wetness connecting from your glistening cunt.

"why don't you have a taste?" he whispers, prying your mouth open with two fingers before shoving your soaked panties inside. you moan at the intrusion, muffled around the makeshift gag.

"be a good girl, keep those in there."

art takes no time before diving into your cunt, spitting and licking like you're his last meal. he eats pussy with a passion, almost more for himself than you.

your back arches with a dampened whine as he sucks harshly on your clit, slurping up every bit of your juices. arts practically making more noise than you, between the lewd sound of his tongue against your slick and his deep groans.

each time his tongue thrusts into your dripping hole his nose hits your clit perfectly, bringing you closer to the edge.

"c'mon baby, be a good girl and cum for me." art growls, head never leaving from between your thighs.

you fall over the edge when he curls two fingers inside of you, sucking roughly onto your swollen bud. you bite down on your panties, fingers tugging on art's blonde locks.

when you've come down art pulls the lacey lingerie from your mouth, soaked with spit and your juices. he takes a deep sniff, before shoving them in his back pocket.

"i'll buy you another pair."

[sic-transit-gloryhole]

Trying to communicate telepathically through these images that I want you

$chaoscult666 if you want to be nice to me <3

[hyperballart]

Hello there (you're one of my favourite writers on here oml ❤️)

Patrick and Art heard that boxers and MMA fighters abstain from sex before a match because the build up of testosterone gives them a competitive edge...so they decide to abstain from girls, each other and even jerking off before a tournament...

How do you think it would go?

omg hi friend!!! thank you so so much it means a lot 😭😭🫶🫶🫶 sorry this is late but…

i feel like art would be stricter with it — not letting himself get any for weeks before an important doubles match with patrick. he advises his friend to follow along even though he knows he thinks he absolutely won’t, he mocks art for being so uptight, “you know that shit’s a myth right? or are you making up excuses cause you’re not getting laid?”

still, as a way to prove art wrong, he decides to involve himself into this ‘futile’ practice. he’s a bit careless with it as he is with most things — meaning he’ll sneak in a jerk off session once a week, and to him that’s technically full abstinence — and he honestly feels like he’s going crazy.

art is up before the sun begins to peek to go through his absurdly extensive workouts and he forces patrick to join because in his words, i want my partner to be on his best game. patrick allows himself to be bossed around by art because he secretly likes being put in his place by him. he’s giving patrick a strict diet to follow and showing him stretches. the latter has become a bit difficult as of recently.

the brunette lies down on a mat while art corrects his form, “dude you need to stretch them out more, you’re fucking stiff,” he holds his legs further to his chest, “see, there you go.”

he begins to grow stiffer somwhere else at that tone. patrick blames the lack of sex for the blood rushing to his cock and he tries playing it off, “you fold all your girls up like this, donaldson?” art scoffs and drops his legs, heading towards the treadmill, “fuck off.” he tries to burn the image of his friend bulge from his memory.

it’s weeks of this; constant training and tension, until the day of their tournament. they play flawlessly, laying out their chemistry and coordination on the court — they easily earn victory. by tradition patrick jumps in art’s arms and he presses a sloppy kiss on his forehead, “finally.”

after numerous pictures and handshakes they head back to their dorm with an unsettling silence. the second art turns the knob he is being slammed, “did you have your fun bossing me around?” art gasps at patrick’s grip on his shoulders against the shut door, the latter just laughs.

he gets in his face, “i was good. i ate all the nasty greens and eggs you shoved down my throat,” art’s eyes are honing in on patrick’s mouth at such a close proximity, “woke up on your schedule. didn’t even fuck, haven’t touched my dick — wasn’t i a good boy artie?” art nods dumbly.

“then that means i get rewarded, with whatever i want,” art nods again — he doesn’t even know what he’s agreeing to. patrick smashes his lips against his. it’s uncoordinated unlike their behavior on the courts — both of their minds blank and cocks tenting their little atletic shorts.

patrick drags art as he takes a seat on the bed and pushes him to his knees in front of him, “haven’t gotten head in ages, and it’s your fault — so get to it.” art looks up in shock and arousal, and he obeys. when he’s tugging at patrick’s waistband he is stopped, “not so fast.”

patrick grips that golden head of curls and shoves it on his crotch. art moans, “oh fuck,” and mouths over the fabric as much as he can, “i’m sorry for being so strict, i wanted to hel— hmpph,” patrick shuts him up by pressing him closer.

the brunette coos at how his friend is nuzzling against his cock through the restriction, “shit, art, i’m so fucking hard. it hurts.” art whines and suctions right where he can see the outline of his balls, breathing in all the musk and sweat like it’s his last breath of air. he goes upwards and now suckles at the outline of his tip, it’s the first time he hears patrick whine.

they don’t know who does it but his shorts are now removed, a pair of boxers being the only separation of contact now. art gets back to it immediately, licking up the drops of precum leaking through and humming. “you’re fucking starving for it, oh god, i need more—“ patrick moans out with struggle.

when he sees art’s hand tugging his own cock he spits out a fuck me and art’s eyes roll back. he uses the grip on his curls to pull him back up, “enough. i’m taking them off, need to cum in that hot little mouth.”

art is ready to show him just how proud he is.

[awagaa]

⚠️TADC EP 9 SPOILERS⚠️

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TRANSFEM JAX CANON?!?!?!??!?! WHAT. THIS IS INSANE ABSTRAGITY ALSO CANON??!?!?!??!?!?!??!!!?!!? AND THEY CRACKED??!??!?!??!?!?!? I genuinely cried so. MUCH. This episode had so much fan-service 🥹 (not complaining mind you) In my personal cinema experience it was SUPER cool seeing everyone in costumes and stuff but when episode 8 started playing and "the one who's running the show " came on me and oomfie (@sweetyleafy) were the ONLY ones singing 😭 I'm crine. BUT aside from all that it was SO FUN.